Leave you on your stratum of streets, and sky of desires Fiery and the made-up mind is lightening up with my thoughts Taking my dreams, for granted, reality tells me it's a granted feed Like sheeps grazing grass, and the cows upon the lonely dead hay With this idea, I might believe that we die by our own vapid usage Allowing our augmented reality to a reflection of our hard work, and that is a dedication And passionate rage tells when we may lose our grip on our self Eloping, we live in trash culture and die with the end of pollution and love alone Lending and receiving, in the, walked streets and the modern places you gotta be with your currency Just another elation dancing on the firefly storm, falling out of love with the bed Leave it or we're coming for the alarms and the men, flower trees on this journey I abhor the responsibility and abort the probabilities of getting ***** calls, verisimilitude Pumping ourselves, with toxins and bold tall glasses I'll talk you across the boat, and follow ya'. Reprimanding, and vile women, that seem laudable in this nation Seeing more than what you believe, holding us on the fingers Seeking heat from a flame, and exploring your true colors We all came the Phoenix's embers or reincarnation, and damnation